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If I live through this,
I'm gonna forgive the old lady.
I had them tell my wife I was dead.
It's for the best, believe me.
But we'll make it home someday!
So what?
I'll tell you a Christmas story.
Exactly one year ago was the last time I was home
Special Christmas leave
because I destroyed three tanks
my wife and kids
met me at the station
they were stranger to me than any of you
She tried to understand, tried to be tender
but the more she tried to understand
the more I hated her
Finally I ran off
and got drunk, there was nothing else to do
My wife wasn't sorry when I left the next day.
Just the children
I got back just in time for the new Russian offensive.
And I felt I was home again!